I made a note of this on Dog Jaunt’s Facebook page, but posts there soon scroll out of view, and it would be a shame to lose track of such a useful tidbit of info: One of Dog Jaunt’s Facebook followers turns out to be a taxi service based in Folkestone, a city which is, among other things, at the U.K.… Read the rest
One of my favorite Facebook friends is an artist I knew long before she picked up a brush. Baret Boisson began painting as an adult, and she’s entirely self-taught. Her work is enchanting, but I also love the delightful, intelligent essays she posts on her Facebook page about objects she’s collected or encountered, or images that spark her interest (including, most recently, photos of what turn-of-the-century ladies wore hiking — way, way too much; and a couple of the Cottingley Fairies photos — all the buzz in the late 1910’s).… Read the rest
You’ve met Ralph the Bichon a couple of times now, since his person Anne has kindly allowed me to post pictures from his trips to France. Anne was also the source of a really sensible travel ID tag solution involving an e-mail address that generates an automatic (and infinitely customizable) reply.… Read the rest
This was the last long walk we took before we left Paris last fall, and it was a perfect way to say good-bye to the city. The Île aux Cygnes (“Isle of the Swans” — nope, we didn’t see a single one) is a long, thin island in the Seine.… Read the rest
It’s a bit tricky to identify English-speaking veterinarians in Paris, so I’ve been posting names as I’ve learned them, and now I have two more to add to your list.
Rather than make you search for my past posts on the topic, I’ll recap: Back in August 2009, I told you about Dr.… Read the rest
One of the souvenirs we returned with from our recent vacation was an official E.U. pet passport for Chloe. I call it a “souvenir” because it doesn’t really count, in our case — we are not European Union residents, nor are we residents of “one of the neighbouring countries where the rabies status matches that of the EU.… Read the rest
Paris’s citywide bike-on-demand system was just being installed the last time we visited, and we exclaimed in disbelief as impeccably dressed people (including women in skirts and heels —but not helmets, no, never helmets) launched themselves into the maelstrom of traffic on the Rue de Rivoli.… Read the rest
I remember first photographing these Dachshund-shaped signs (cryptically instructing dog owners to make their dogs eliminate on the street instead of the sidewalk) with my trusty Instamatic, 35 years ago. Lady, our own Dachshund, was still alive then, so I was extra-charmed — and impressed by the suggestion that it was possible to get a Dachshund to do anything she didn’t choose to do.… Read the rest
Thanks to several alert Dog Jaunt readers, I have seven scoop law signs to share with you, each a masterpiece of goofiness. Taking them in the order they arrived in my in-box, we start with a wholesome vision of family togetherness from Lime Kiln Park, on Washington state’s San Juan Island:
Halfway around the globe, reader Sarah took a moment from her day in the Kadiköy district of Istanbul and snapped this shot:
Another spin and we’re in Shediac, New Brunswick:
Chandler sent this one to me as a birthday gift:
Near Fredericton, in the English-speaking part of the province, you’ll find this sign:
This sign is from the interpretive center at Washington’s Ginkgo Petrifed Forest State Park, which is a little odd because the last time you saw this one-armed variation on what’s usually a two-armed humanoid preparing to pick up poop with a hoe, it was telling you that the trails at Mt.… Read the rest
I’m posting this because we ran into a vexing discrepancy between the French and English versions of the SNCF Voyages pages: We could not add Chloe to our TGV reservation on the English site, but we could have on the French site.… Read the rest
